This blog was created for others who will hopefully glean something from the words I have written.Not much to say except I ran off from an orphanage when I was 13 years old.Hopped on a freight train and joined the circus.Have been wandering ever since.I am grateful to be alive and my only desire is to leave something here for others to gain from.If I can accomplish that then I have successfully reached my intended goal.All we have left in the end is our legacy.

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Thursday, July 5, 2007

"Glancing"

Aloof on a pile of cobblestonesExtracted from years in the fieldThe ground remains sterileWithout its requirement to yieldLeaning fenceposts with sharpened pikesSlumber in long rowsStruggling to recall past memoriesNearby the almond tree growsShards of wheat seem to flowAs Northern winds blowA tingling on one side of my face'Tis a reminder of past stormsClose watch over stirring skiesAttention paid to cloud swarms~Out of the untrusting eyeI see a crooked jaw inThe formation of the cloudsThe undistrubed sun conceals itselfI still know it has an angry browRattling fenceposts warn meOf approaching encroachmentsThat follow worn out pathwaysWhich lead to my secret placeNever has an interuption made itself knownShould it occur I will know to fleeSquatting down low in the grassesConcealing myself fromThat which may desire toConceal its presence from meYay-though the fence row leansIt still struggles to keep its bordersPrying eyes cannot survive hereFear drives it from falling in the wayOf the quiet times that live hereOnly the cobblestone know I am presentDuly accounted for in the roll callWhile the almond tree continues to flourishAmongst the metaphors that are planted in fields